(Warning: This one was immensely impulsive, driven entirely by a sullen mood. Please excuse the lack of a rhyme scheme. It’s overrated anyway.)
Ever felt the force of a catapult?
Not the one that propels you forward
but imagine it
yanking you back
face first,
you hurtle in to the ground
your mind in disbelief
telling you “Don’t back down.
“We’ll get started. All over again.”
How is it that
An inch from the finish line
Is in fact a journey of
Many painful millimeters?
But let’s look at it this way
That after plenty a road bumps
There’s often a smooth highway
So dust off the fury
Take failures in your stride
The show must go on
Let’s fill our glasses with
Optimism
Hope
And Fortitude
For now, that’s all we have
To toast this warrior spirit!
The Ventosphere 